When he was at length seated on the top of the coach running betwixt Aberdeen and Fochabers, which would set him down as near Scaurnose as coach could go, he began to be doubtful how Annie, formally retained on Malcolm’s side by the message he had to give her, would judge in the question between them; for what did she know of theatres and such places? And the doubt strengthened as he neared home. The consequence was that he felt in no haste to execute Malcolm’s commission; and hence, the delights of greeting over, Annie was the first to open her bag of troubles: Mr Crathie had given them notice to quit at Midsummer. “Jist what I micht hae expeckit!” cried Blue Peter, starting up. “Woe be to the man ’at puts his trust in princes! I luikit till him to save the fisher-fowk, an’ no to the Lord; an’ the tooer o’ Siloam’s fa’en upo’ my heid:--what does he, the first thing, but turn his ain auld freen’s oot o’ the sma beild they had! That his father nor his gran’father, ’at was naither o’ them God-fearin’ men, wad never hae put their han’ till. Eh, wuman! but my hert’s sair ’ithin me. To think o’ Ma’colm MacPhail turnin’ his back upo’ them ’at’s been freens wi’ ’im sin ever he was a wee loonie, rinnin’ aboot in coaties!” “Hoot, man! what’s gotten intill yer heid?” returned his wife. “It’s no Ma’colm; it’s the illwully factor. Bide ye till he comes till ’s ain, an’ Maister Crathie ’ll hae to lauch o’ the wrang side o’ ’s mou’.” But thereupon Peter began his tale of how he had fared in London, and in the excitement of keenly anticipated evil, and with his recollection of events wrapped in the mist of a displeasure which had deepened during his journey, he so clothed the facts of Malcolm’s conduct in the garments of his own feelings that the mind of Annie Mair also became speedily possessed with the fancy that their friend’s good fortune had upset his moral equilibrium, and that he had not only behaved to her husband with pride and arrogance, breaking all the ancient bonds of friendship between them, but had tried to seduce him from the ways of righteousness by inveigling him into a playhouse, where marvels of wickedness were going on at the very time. She wept a few bitter tears of disappointment, dried them hastily, lifted her head high, and proceeded to set her affairs in order as if death were at the door.